Posts Tagged ‘chance encounter’

The Man at the Diner

June 10, 2011

I love stories about unlikely reunions. Click here to read an earlier post in which a man was reconnected to a woman who he last saw as a young girl forty-seven years earlier. Here is a similar story by David Fox of Altamonte Springs, Florida, that was featured in a Guideposts e-letter. Click here to sign up for Guideposts‘ free Mysterious Ways newsletter. You’ll also be able to download a free e-book, Mysterious Ways: 9 Inspiring Stories That Show Evidence of God’s Love and God’s Grace.

THE MAN AT THE DINER
A moving truck breakdown led to an unlikely encounter 

It was the day of my family’s big move, from New Wilmington, Pennsylvania a hundred miles south to Stahlstown. My wife, kids and dog went ahead in our car while I drove the rental truck full of our belongings. Driving down the Pennsylvania Turnpike, I got a bit nostalgic. Stahlstown was just a skip away from where I grew up, Charleroi.

My great uncle had been a prominent figure in Charleroi, owner of the Fox Grocery Company, a food wholesaler. Every summer, the company hosted a big picnic at Deems Park for employees and their families—with all the food, fun and games a kid could hope for. The only restriction was to stay away from the foul-smelling sulfur creek that ran through the park. Of course, we (more…)

An Angel Named Mandana

March 8, 2011

This story in the March 2010 issue of Guideposts by Aline Alexander Newman of Turin, New York, brought tears to my eyes. What Mandana did for Aline is something that any of us can do. But how many of us would go out of our way and devote that kind of effort to helping someone we just met? Aline’s story inspired me to be aware of opportunities to step in and help others when they are in need of assistance. I hope it inspires you to do the same.

AN ANGEL NAMED MANDANA
A chance encounter at a New York City store blossoms into a beautiful friendship

Mandana

I pulled a red knit top from the rack and held it in front of me.

“What do you think?” I asked my husband, Neil, who was sitting in a chair waiting patiently. We were at the Chico’s boutique on Manhattan’s Upper East Side, a world away from our tiny village in upstate New York.

“Can I help you?”

I turned to see a beautiful olive-skinned woman. She was wearing an elegant blue dress, set off by a gold necklace and earrings. Her dark hair was short and spiky. She had a sort of glow about her and looked like no one I had ever seen back in Turin. But what held my attention was her accent. It sounded like music.

If only there was some way you could help, I thought.

Neil had bladder (more…)